Only 17.5 lbs!?

Today Ezra turned 4 months old and to celebrate we went to the doctor for his well visit.  I was shocked when he ONLY weighed 17 and a half pounds.   I was sure he would be over 20.  The nurse was surely confused when I said, "That's all?" since that weight put him in the 91st percentile.   Everything's relative.  

I felt so bad because my little Ez was very happy during the whole visit...smiling when he was getting weighed and measured, talking to the doctor when she was using her stethoscope, and reaching for the animal wallpaper with such enthusiasm.  When the doctor was filling up the syringes for his vaccinations he was waving his arms around excitedly while leaning towards the little tray that held the instruments of pain.  When I saw his huge grin I felt so guilty...he had no idea what was coming.  Ezra's got some powerful lungs and a low tolerance for pain.  Broke my heart.

As you can see the pain was only temporary.  Below is Ezra showing off his Band Aid-clad, chunker thighs.  I thought he looked funny with his socks pulled up and dressed him like this to get a reaction from Martin when he got home.  Martin's response?  "Sweet!  He looks like a soccer player."

This is Ezra when I told him to tell Dad about our trip to the doctor.  The memory was obviously difficult to bear and Ezra momentarily became sullen and withdrawn.  

But that's one thing that I love about my son, he forgives freely and rebounds quickly.

Maclarens on Mulberry

I don't know why it has taken me so long, but I've finally realized that life is much better when I get out of Harlem every now and then.  Ezra and I had a great week and found ourselves out and about much more than usual.  One of the highlights of the week was when we ventured down to Little Italy with some other Harlem moms to enjoy the San Gennarro Festival.  We formed quite the posse with our 4 strollers, 3 Bjorns, and 6 1/2 children.  We worked our Maclarens through the crowd with New York finesse while oohing and awing at the cannoli and sausage. 

One of my favorite parts was when we got to eat.  The pizza at Lombardi's was pretty darn good.  The best part was the thin, crunchy crust.  Since living in New York I've come to the realization that when it comes to pizza, less is more.  Mozzarella and fresh basil...yum!  

28

My dad wrote to little bro' Adam on his mission and said how crazy it is that I just turned 29 and how next year I'll be 30.  When I read this, I actually had to do some quick math in my mind to make sure that he wasn't correct.  I am happy to be able to write the following with confidence: Dear Dad, I am actually only 28.  Hopefully this piece of knowledge will have the same affect on you as it does on me and make you feel a bit younger.  Love, Britney

For my 28th birthday celebration Martin's cousins came over with some delicious chocolate cake.  Martin followed tradition by getting me an extravagant and visually stunning flower arrangement.  I only say extravagant because I don't even want to think about how much flowers like those cost in New York, but Martin says he has to get "beautiful flowers for a beautiful wife." I admit that even though I always tell him that he could have just gotten me daisies, I actually love it that he spoils me and he knows it.  He also got me some new running clothes ,which is what I asked for.  Really, I couldn't be happier.